Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Jordan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Five Americans to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kas Product,
Parry Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Guru Guru,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus,
Nils Olav,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Dawn Penn,
Jacques Brel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lee Hazlewood,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Chris & Cosey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.